Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the coastline to batter and
the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern

The scrapper and in a rope ring this small
the wind is punchin', there's no one to hear it
No one hears the ring except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to

He's his way into heaven I suppose
He at the blows
But in a location that we cannot disclose
He turns the slowly
Through the Stations of the

Crowd done up dandy in and finery
and howlin', all blood-lusty callin'
Fists like pistons, faces meat spoilin'
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

in the evenin', Molly and her gunman
Go down the stairs to the dive a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom, there's a girl a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him as a constable's truncheon"

The gunman wants to kingdom come
blows them all to the hereafter
Who's scuttling now and hidden from our view?
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her

They're themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the are closed
But in a location that we cannot disclose
They turn the dial
Through the Stations of the

The gale of laughter scales up the ivory
Black keys of her fine descend into the minor
Die breathless diminishin' behind her
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

The came up to the eaves
You'd think someone had opened a
It's too soon to now and too late to leave
So your remorse all the way up to Calvary

hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the are closed
But down in a that we cannot disclose
They turn the dial
Through the of the Cross
Through the of the Cross

Through the of the Cross